The hunter deftly stalks her prey. Green eyes scan the horizon for any sign of danger, while strong thighs ease her ever closer. With instinctual stealth she makes her way towards the object of her desires.
This is the day to day struggle of the land. Predator and prey, the endless game of the hunt continues. This day the hunter intends to claim her prize. There is only one thing that could stop her, only one power in all of nature, which could keep her from her goal.
Her steps pause for a moment. She strains to hear any signal of danger, and finds none. Her presence is unnoticed.
With a feral grin she continues her quest. Her prey lingers unaware of the danger about to befall it. It's glassy eyes stare ever forward without noticing the hunter. She's almost there. Soon, very soon now, the prize will be won.
A few more strides and it is finally within reach. The hunter lifts her golden head one final time to scan the horizon for any danger. Her sharp eyes see nothing of any concern other than her target. She licks her chops as she gazes upon her prey. There is no escape for it now.
The hunter reaches out, preparing to grasp it, when suddenly a cry sounds. The golden head falls defeated. She retreats back into the shadows. She will not capture her prey this day.
***
The shrill ring of the telephone draws Michiru's attention away from the spectacle before her. "Hello, oh Setsuna no you're not interrupting anything really. No, I was just watching a nature program with Hotaru."
"Haruka, well she's being Haruka. Yes, could you hold on for a moment?" Michiru hands the receiver to Hotaru and walks towards the kitchen.
Her slippered feet make no noise as she eases toward the doorway. Once there she is met with exactly the sight she had expected. That of her partner creeping ever closer to the porcelain cookie jar.
"Ara Haruka…" She says. "I've told you twice already today, stay away from that cookie jar." She glides over to her partner and pokes her in the stomach for emphasis. "You've been eating far too many sweets lately."
"But Michi," Haruka tries to protest.
"No buts, now move."
The blonde woman tries one last desperate tactic. Her green eyes wide, in a tone of voice, which could only be described as that of a kicked angel, she whispers. "I love you."
"I love you too, but you're still not getting any cookies."
Haruka drops her head in defeat and allows her love to pull her from the kitchen. However, just before she is completely out of the room she pauses and turns back towards the cookie jar.
Her eyes narrow, as she swears to herself that next time things will be different. Michi's going into town tomorrow afternoon…
She licks her lips at the thought. Next time, finally, the hunter will capture her prey.
Author's Note: Nothing but fluff I know. I can't help it really. I read Saun's story "Cookies"(If you haven't read it, stop reading this crap and go do so right now!) and I couldn't get the image of a sweet craving Haruka out of my mind. This little ditty is in no way as good as that story, but it was my inspiration all the same.